Brick

So this is it. I stand at the window of my one bedroom apartment and stare at the bricks strategically placed that make the building across from me. After what felt like an eternity, I refocused my eyes to see my reflection. I almost don’t even recognize myself anymore. My blackened heart is shown through my eyes. The lines cover my skin like trails on a map, aging me quicker than normal. I dare not look lower. My breathing rapidly increases with panic. What if I never get out of this place ?